Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush.

Warnings: Violence.

Chapter 6

Kendall couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't beieve that James was abused as a kid by his father and said father had kidnapped the four of them. He didn't want to think of what was happening in the other room. They needed to get out of here before anything bad happened.

"We have to escape." Logan stated Kendall's thoughts aloud. Kendall and Carlos nodded in agreement. It was silence for a few moments before Carlos broke it.

"I wonder what he's doing to James."

James struggled as his father pulled him down the hall and into a unused room. He pushed James into it and locked the door behind him.

James took the time to check his surrondings. It was an old office with a desk sitting in the middle of the room and three chairs situated around it. Behind it was an old book case that didn't have a spot that wasn't filled with a book of some kind. Along the other two walls were picture frames and shelves, holding awards. It was a very nice office, despite the fact that the whole thing was covered in a layer of dust.

James turned around to look at his father, tugging at the zip ties his father had put on him on their way to this room. He didn't like the look in Sam's eyes. It was exactly the same look he got in James' childhood when he was about to- No. Don't think of that.

Sam smirked as he saw the weariness in James' eyes and he motioned to a chair with a flick of his hand.

"Sit." He said simply and took the one of them, waiting for James.

James knew that he couldn't run. Sam had a gun and his three best friends were tied in chairs in the basement. So, relutently, James complied.

Sam grinned and leaned back in his chair, getting comfortable while stairing at James.

"It's been a while hasn't it Jamie. You look a lot like I did when I was your age." James didn't say anything.

Silence fell again, leaving Sam staring at James and James looking anywhere but his insane dad.

Sam couldn't believe that this young man, was his son. He was wearing a tank top so it showed off his arms which were tan and incredibly muscled. His mouth just watered at the sight of it. Earlier that day, when was threating James and his friends in the parking lot and had James pressed up against him... He could feel his son's back muscles and his abs when his arm was wrapped around him. Sam was so lucky to have a son like this.

James, unaware of his fathers wondering thoughts, was trying once again to get out of his chair.

Sam snapped out of his thoughts and stood up abrutly, took one step step towards, and backhanded him harshly.

James' head snapped to the side and his cheek stung. The sound of the slap reverberating in the room.

Sam gripped James' head and pulled it towards his, smirking when he saw the fear in James' eyes.

"You've got the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen Jamie. A lot like your mothers." He sneered the word 'mother'. "Thank god she's dead. She screamed really loud Jamie, you should of heard her." he chuckled while James stared at him in shock.

"You killed my mother?!" He shouted, hardly believe his ears.

"Yes, I thought that it was obvious. Your slow aren't you Jamie." James scowled at him, looking away from the monster in front of him. His father had killed his mother.

James froze as he remember his father's words when he had told him she was dead.

'...your mother was found raped and dead in her own home.'

'...she had been beaten before she was killed.'

'...slit throat.'

His dad did all of that. He had killed and raped his own wife and now, he had James and his friends and no one knows where they are.

James snapped out of his thoughts by a fist hitting the side of his head.

Pain clouded James senses as Sam grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the ground. He kicked James in his ribs and so the brutal began.

James could do nothing to stop the blows that rained down on him so he curled up, protecting his chest and stomach.

Sam was kicking and punching James wherever he could, mainly hitting his chest and stomach, and the occasional hit in the back or face.

James could hardly breath from the pain that consumed him. A foot hit him in his stomach hard and James almost threw up the last food he had eaten. James opened his eyes to see a fist flying towards his face. He closed his eyes impulsively and flinched away from it, before it hit his nose. A loud crack filled the room as James' nose broke.

James gave a strangled cry as he felt blood streaming down his face and he finally gave in to the darkness.

As soon as Sam felt and heard the crack, he stopped hitting his son, getting his breathing under control.

'I'm really unfit.' Sam thought as he got his breath back. He looked down at his son and smirked.

James was lying on the ground, unconscious and bloody. Sam straitened up and his hands felt wet. He examined them and saw that they were stained with blood, as were the tips of his shoes. He looked down to James as stared at his unmoving form, taking in the skin that he could see on his legs and from where his shirt had ridden up.

Sam shook out of his thoughts and bent down to pick up James. He held him close as he started his way back to the room where his other captors were waiting.

Logan groaned as his arms turned numb from being tied behind his chair for so long.

Carlos was staring blankly in front of him while Kendall was still looking around for possible chances to escape.

They all froze as they heard footsteps coming their way. Logan strained his ears.

"Why are their only one pair of footsteps?" He asked no one in particular.

They didn't answer because the door opened and they were greeted with the sight of an unconscious James with blood dripping out of his nose and blood stained clothes, in Sam's arms.

It was silent for a moment as the four observed each other, one wanting to see their reactions and the other three in shock. Sam took a step forward into the room and the three boys tied in the chairs erupted.

They were struggling with the bonds even more now, the zip ties breaking the skin on their wrists but they hardly seemed to notice.

Sam ignored them and dropped James onto the only available chair and tied his hands behind the chair with a zip tie.

Sam took one more look at James, his head slumped on his chest, blood coming out of his nose and staining his lips and top. Sam just knew that he had massive burses on his stomach and chest.

Sam turned on his heel and left the room silently, ignoring the threats coming from the three conscious boys in the chairs.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Kendall, Logan and Carlos stopped the verbal abuse and looked over to their best friend. They couldn't help but wince from the blood hat was covering his face and shirt.

"James?" Carlos whispered uncertainly, "James, wake up. Come on please wake up."

Logan and Kendall felt their hearts break at the sight of it. Carlos and James had known each other for the longest. Kendall joined their group next and then Logan and James and Carlos had always been inseparable.

"James, please wake up."

"We need you buddy."

"Please be ok."

AN: At least I got this chapter out quicker than the last one. Thanks for the reviews, favs and follows. Please review :)